After getting a decent response from my first story, I’m here again with its next part. Like my first story, it is also a real experience with some ...dited names and some added pleasures.The last story ended at the scene where my sister had her first sex with the orchestra owner, Gopal ji. The 45 years old fucked my sister like a hungry hunter hunting for 10-15 years. That night was full of loud moans, pleasure, and semen. It was really a thrilling experience for me to saw sister getting banged. " I said it was OK, and she gave me a kiss. It was innocent enough, on the cheek, but it was a long and wet kiss, and I could hear a purr vibrating from her throat as she kissed my cheek. I thought it was a little strange, but OK. This behavior continued for a while and I thought nothing of it. But one night it escalated. Again, I was holding her in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep. Our faces were very close together. She was kissing my cheeks, forehead and neck, gingerly, but she. “How big do you think he will grow?” I asked.Lee looked at her gurgling son. “I don’t honestly know; Sean is no slouch. With his shape-shifting abilities, I suppose Jack can be as tall as he wishes.”I stepped closer and smiled at the baby boy, “I wonder if he wants a feisty giantess for a wife?” His little hand reached out and touched my tummy. I heard the word like a soft breath in my mind, ‘mine’. I looked at Lee. She had raised her eyebrows, and she looked at her son. “I think you will have. ..I couldn't be near them. I just wanted them out and gone and then Icould put all that had happened behind me forever.In the distance, beyond the guest house and my grounds, thetrees......The forest sanctuary where I'd spent most of the last yearin peace. But to get to it, I would have to pass by near them. Itseemed so far away........My breathing started to kick in, my chest heaving.I paced the room and finally settled in front of the computer.I remembered sitting with Deborah, the young.